#warsmade

“this won’t do,” alysane looked up at her lord cousin with a distressed expression. she’s watched lords attempt to approach and then turn the other way. at first she wondered why that was. was it her dress? her hair? something in between her teeth? and then she glanced around, forgetting she was beside her cousin. “standing next to you is lessening my chances of getting dances tonight. you’re intimidating the lords, olyvar.” 

“i have not seen you in the longest time,” alysane chuckled as she poured wine into her cousin’s cup. ever since she left for summerhall, the raven haired lady has not returned home to highgarden. it is unclear until when she she is to remain in summerhall or if she will even remain there at all. the gods wills are unknown and life may just take a surprising turn. and maybe, just maybe, the prayers of prince aegon’s supporters would be heeded. nothing in this life is certain, after all. in a low voice she said, “the gardens here aren’t nearly as beautiful as the ones back home but it is better than nothing. how is home? i have been wanting to visit for the longest time.”